A new face and a new boot....

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"I see...I'll have words with him later...and Keats?!"
"YEAH?!" came two voices in unison
"Why are there two of you?!"
Both Keat's shrugged and rocked back in their chairs, toppling to the
ground.
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John <both of them> was peering from behind the randomly strewn
crates when Jay landed. He had a 6th sense for danger, and a 7th of
how to avoid it, usually by running away, hiding or blaming it on
someone else, still, this wasnt HIS fight, so why get involved. He
unscrewed the neck of the QUICKY and whiffed the fumes, enough to get
his head spinning. He looked at his younger self from a a year back,
who was getting hazey, barely visable in this dark area.
"Hold on bra, dont leave me! Ive already pushed someone away today.."
"Who? Jack?"
"Nah, Amber"
"Who?"
Our Keats blinked, obviously this was before the love virus infected
the ship and before that.. ahh.. night... he looked at the ring on
his finger and sighed.
"Never mind.. look, this place is gonna get real hot soon, i say we
ditch and come back later, join the winnign side eh?"
The other Keats nodded, and they stealthily creeped out of the hanger
whilst Jay and his evil counter part exchanged pleasantries. As they
left, they straighted up and fell into pace, lookign over their
shoulder every so often to ensure they wenrt bein followed, which is
exactly why the past Keats flew through a very suprised looking crew
member and the present one colided with him.
He lay on his back for a while, eyes closed thinking about the pain
currently in his back. The other John was long gone if he knew
himself. A voice began to stir him.
"-gger decided to run into me. Which i thought was very rude. He stil
doesnt seem to respond to my kicks... maybe if i aim a little lower
this time"
Keats made a ery valiant effort to evade the foot aimed for his
nether regions, however in his prone, concussed state he couldnt
avoid the large boot hitting his genitalia... He opend his eyes
between gulps for air and whinges of pain. He saw a man, possibl
around 6 foot tall, wearing sunglasses looking at him through an
archaic looking piece of equipment. He appeared to be talking to
himself in the third person and had an odd feel about him.
Keats put a hand up for aid, which he recieved. He was slightly bent
over still, but capable of speech and actions, he offerd his hand
again, this time ot shake.
"John Keats... pilot... i dont believe we've met?"
"I don believe we have either, my names Nix.. Nix Eclips... and
smile, your on TV!"
<Tag Nix or we can JP tomorrow!>
OOC- just a lil bit, il try and get old nixxy here into the pace with
a JP!